On that fair neck, there were marks of purple and blue, even some faintly concealed beneath her clothes, and... he then noticed, she was wearing a man's coat over her shoulders.
Whose coat it was, was evident.
And who made those marks on her, was also... evident.
Cheng Ziyang stared blankly at these marks, his mind instantly went blank, pupils contracted fiercely, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Things had been too chaotic earlier, Dong Xin Yan's mind was entirely preoccupied with Cheng Ziyang's injuries, she forgot about her own disheveled state. Now looking at Cheng Ziyang's eyes, Dong Xin Yan's heart trembled violently, panic and fear rapidly filled her eyes.
"Ziyang, I...," she swallowed and instinctively wanted to explain.
But as soon as she opened her mouth, Cheng Ziyang's previously calm face was instantly filled with a cold hostility. He forcefully flung the blanket, struggling to get off the bed.
